The Real - John Frusciante

I don’t know the real from what I thought I saw

I can’t remember where I went, where I was

I’m gonna move towards a point in time

Where where you are is a state of mind

And any time I can read your thoughts

Some of them yours and some I thought of

There’s no good reason for a heartbreak

Nothing’s repeating every Monday

It’s no good saying you’ll always be mine

These jokes life’s playing, they make me so tired

So tired

It’s already too much to always see you

The sense that hours go back is enough

I like to fade when I write this line

There’s every reason to paint a decline

And every mile I walk is five

I get where I’m going in the next life

And all the while there’s a false face

This every killing is left untraced

This kind of falling saved my son

This constant longings for what’s gone

What’s gone, what’s gone